Apocalypse: After Reanimation, I Became The Queen-Chapter 58: _ We F*ck You
Seriously?!
Did this guy just say he is going to fuck a zombie?!
I don’t say what I’m actually thinking, which is that I’ve already plotted three different ways to kill him using just a shoelace, a shard of glass, and bad timing.
However, another shadow staggers out from between two ruined taxis. This one’s different. Its leg is twisted backward, arms jerking like it’s dancing to music only it can hear. It moves faster than the others.
Robbie reacts first. He steps forward, swings, and... whiff!
The bat sails over its head.
"Shit!" he yelps.
The zombie attacks. Idiot! I groan before I grab a busted umbrella from the gutter and jab the pointed end straight into the thing’s face.
The bone gives way with a crunch like stepping on a stale taco shell. Blood explodes across my shirt and Robbie’s mouth falls open.
Well, that’s how it’s done, motherfuckers.
"What the hell..."
I gasp, fake panic flooding my voice. "I—I just got lucky! Oh my God!"
Robbie blinks before he grins. "You are useful."
Hugh fires another shot into a zombie climbing out of a bus. The echo rolls down the street like thunder, followed by silence.
And then the groans begin.
Not just one but dozens and maybe more. It’s a chorus of hunger, gurgling, snarling, scraping against concrete and metal.
"Oh, that’s not good," I say.
"No shit," Hugh snaps. "We gotta run. Now!" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
We sprint.
Robbie grabs my arm again, dragging me like a reluctant toddler at the grocery store. My lungs burn. My knees scream. The wind stinks of rot and old gasoline. My undead breath tastes like something that should’ve stayed buried.
Zombies pour from buildings like ants from a cracked nest. Some still wear bits of their old lives like an apron, a badge, and even a wedding dress.
We dodge between wrecked vehicles. Hugh blasts a path through, but even he’s slowing down. Robbie’s bat is greasy now, slipping in his grip. And me? I’m scanning, watching, and calculating.
The plan was to just dodge zombies and slip into the house opposite, but now, we have gone through enough zig-zags to last us a lifetime.
They’re pushing toward the building with the blue curtains. It’s three stories high, mostly intact, with boarded windows and a reinforced door. It might as well be a castle.
A castle surrounded by a moat of murder.
"Gate’s on the side!" Hugh shouts.
We pivot hard, skidding across a patch of blood-stained asphalt. A zombie grabs at my shirt while trying to grab the idiot holding me. I twist, let it rip, and kick its shin in. It topples like a boneless chicken.
"Keep moving!" Robbie yells.
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I actually agree with him because these two are my food, and I’m too stingy to let the zombies have them.
We round the corner and see a steel door that is a little ajar. But we’re not alone. A zombie in a tattered nurse uniform is already pawing at the entrance.
More pour in from behind it. One slip in something and faceplants. Another trip over it, and now we’ve got a full-blown undead dogpile happening.
Hugh raises his shotgun.
"Don’t!" I scream. "They’ll all come!"
Is he dumb or didn’t he realize more came because he fired a shot?!
But it’s too late. He’s dumb. He fires. The nurse’s head explodes in a fountain of putrid mass and a distant echo roars in answer.
Oh no. A howler.
Somewhere, not far, something bellows like a dying elephant in a megaphone. That sound draws every zombie within a mile radius.
Worse, it means one of the big ones is coming. Like Roger from earlier. The kind that doesn’t stop. The kind that breaks doors and backs.
Gosh. At this rate, these fools will get eaten.
"We need to go now," I say.
The men don’t argue.
We sprint to the door. Robbie kicks the last walker aside and we slip inside, slamming it behind us. Hugh throws a bolt, then a chain. Then a bar. The clangs echo like gunfire.
For a moment, there’s silence.
We’re in.
I double over, panting with my hands on my knees. Blood drips from my shirt. My ankle’s twisted but it doesn’t hurt anyway. I might’ve lost a chunk of hair somewhere back near the corpse pile.
But we’re in.
Robbie lets out a long breath. "Well. That was fun."
I slowly turn to him.
"I hate you," I say.
He grins. "You’re welcome."
I look around. The building isn’t as cozy as I hoped. The blue curtains are tattered, the walls scarred with what looks like claw marks. There’s a smell; of sweat, blood, and something worse.
I suddenly hear movement above.
"Company?" I ask, already reaching for the umbrella I kept.
"Just the crew," Hugh mutters. "Don’t do anything stupid."
I smile sweetly. "Define stupid."
They don’t answer. But I’m already planning because I know what’s coming. I’m tearing through them and having the meal of my life.
These two idiots won’t know what hit them.
I take a step away from the door, my heart still beating fast with the taste of blood coating the back of my tongue.
I eye the two men warily. Robbie is still catching his breath with that arrogant little grin, and Hugh is reloading his shotgun like he’s compensating for a very small... something.
"So," I ask slowly, wiping a bloodied hand down the front of my pants. "What exactly did you mean by ’the crew’?"
I need to know the formation and plan well on how to strike to ensure victory. If I need to look out for more of them, then I will.
Robbie exchanges a glance with Hugh, then chuckles. "Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. You might not even live long enough to meet them."
Sweetheart. Who the fuck is his sweetheart?!
I gnash my teeth, but I force a pretentious smile.
"Oh? So, they’re upstairs then?"
Hugh nods, eyes unreadable. "Doing something important."
I raise an eyebrow. "What? Human sacrifice? Sorting coupons?"
Robbie scoffs. "Mind your business."
Now I’m definitely interested.
I cross my arms and lean casually against the wall, trying not to look like I’m weighing the velocity needed to embed this umbrella in someone’s eye socket.
"Fine," I say sweetly. "Then tell me what you two intend to do with me."
"First? We fuck you." Robbie smacks his lips.
